"So it is old," I said.

"Older than you know," The White Beard murmered.

"I have never seen a blade of this type," I said swinging it experimentally.

"It is a Middle Blade. They are made not in these times, but in Albinion Era after the fall of the Empire, made, they were," The Wise One said.

"It is truly old then, almost as old as you..."

The White Beard just sighed.

This demon was the pride and joy of the summoners guild. They used it in their war with the Vampires. But the Vampires' freed the demon hoping that it would destroy it's former masters.

Not quite a race of its own, not quite the mortals they are so close to.

An ancient yew tree, touched by Death himself and chosen to be his witness throughout time.

The customers who find this elusive little shop may leave with more than a simple love potion in their pocket.

Once a place where the great merchants of the city met, this decrepit square has become a thriving marketplace for the poor and the unwanted. Many a shady deal has been made among its stalls and hidden recesses.

You're walking through the forest when you encounter...

Where will we be one day, and what will we believe? How will we consider the world around us, and the people? How will we treat the known and the unknown, and possibly other intelligent lifeforms?

Whether close or distant future, something will be similar, and something... is very likely to be different.

Lutazum is an immense (32' at the top of it's shell) tortoise which walks on huge 2' thick legs. It is dark green with speckles and looks about with suprising intelligance. On top of its shell are strapped leather containers of all description.

There was a mage once who dreamed of magic being there for everybody, and with his "Leveler" wand he might well have turned his dream into reality.

Demontrumpets, as illuded to by the name, are not normal plants, but are plants who hold their origin in the Abyss. Perhaps brought by summoned demons, perhaps created by a dark god for some purpose, perhaps simple plants mutated by an artifact of great evil.

A creation myth that sets up a Job like contest between the gods for the souls men. It explains the origins of monsters, magic, death and demi-humans.

The Great Black Stag of the Southern Forests, Donnerwunsch has drunken deeply of the rivers of the Desert of Divine Despair.

The city has some great bridges, awsome works that span the large and gentle river that flows through the city. To prevent the river from overflowing, the river bed was dredged and the river sides were given steep deep banks. Decades after the project began, the city was safe from flooding.

A collection of 30 scrolls, manuscripts, and codices sampled from the library of Atal, the Wise Councilor.

'MINE!!!!' thundered the demon as he caught site of the chests of gold coins. With a gesture of his hand the chests rose, sundering the enchantments which held them down and drew them towards him.

'You know that saying that man made god? No, of course you don't. But we didn't make god. We made the Devil, and god is just a word the frightened cling to, to protect them from their own creation. And you? You are my creation. You are my devil.

Sleep with a cloth wrapped around your face or you'll be a frungy garden in the morning...

Frungy-headed Fool

Regional insult for someone considered stubborn, or gullible.

The Pretty Princess Scroll